Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Crazy for You - full transcript

[theme music]

This is ridiculous.

[laughs]

Oh, there's one.

Where?

Just there.

OK, OK, right.

I got him.

You can run, but you can't--

here we go.

The quickness of the hand deceives the--



Dad.

[chuckles]

Here, boy.

Come on.

We're none of us getting any younger.

Come on, Benj.

Ah, just catch our breath, eh?

There, got one.

Have a look.

That's a rock.

No, it-- what?

Oh, ha, ha.

How on earth did you get that on your hook?

Honestly, Dad.



There, that's the one we used, the female.

Oh, I see.

It's got no shell.

Well, exactly.

It's nice and soft.

[door creaking]

[eerie music playing]

[fabric tearing]

WYCLIFFE: Seems a shame to waste our fish, doesn't it?

Coated in batter, deep fried.

Ugh.

[pager beeping]

Hold that.

This better be good.

Oh, where is the damn thing?

Look, David.

Oh, don't worry.

We've probably got all we need anyway.

[police radio chatter]

LUCY: Is there anything I can get you?

When you're ready, I'm sorry, but we will

need to ask a few questions.

Sir.

It's a Mrs. Dawn Malvern, age 42,

married to a forensic psychiatrist, Samuel Malvern.

- Who's where? - Inside.

He'd been out jogging. - No alibi.

[scoffs] With respect, sir. He--

Where's the body?

It's downstairs, but there's something

I think you should see first.

It's pretty savage, isn't it?

Mm.

Let's have a look then.

FRANKS: Butchered.

To me, sir, that's alibi enough.

I mean, who in their right mind could have done that?

Hasn't been dead long.

Any one of half a dozen blows would have

been good enough to kill her.

[police radio chatter]

Doctor, this is Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

WYCLIFFE: I'm very sorry about your wife

and that you should have found her in such a way.

The one time when she needs me more than any other,

and I'm out jogging.

Met as students, two grown-up children, both left home.

[inhales sharply]

You need to ask questions.

I'm afraid so.

OK.

If you could just go over the events of this evening.

Yeah.

Um, all right.

Well, I got back from St. Cuthbert's.

WYCLIFFE: That's the psychiatric hospital?

Yeah.

At about 7:00.

Dawn was here.

She, um-- we, um--

when it was a normal day, I went out for a run.

Where?

Oh, the circuit that I do with the dog, three or four miles

around the woods.

When I got back, I went into the kitchen for a drink.

I didn't notice anything.

I thought she must be upstairs, so I called out.

There was no answer.

And then-- and then the dog found her.

Whoever did it must be covered in blood.

Unless he killed her, had a shower,

and then put his track suit on.

If you mean the doctor, he hadn't had a shower.

Oh, really?

I could smell.

Well, that's him off the hook then, isn't it?

I think it's one of his patients.

And was Mrs. Malvern the intended victim?

Well, I think it's all too convenient.

I know it's a lot to ask.

But as a forensic psychiatrist, he's in a unique position

to help.

Mm.

I could sound him out.

Could you?

Go gently there then.

Unfortunately for him, even if it isn't one of his patients,

he should know exactly what sort of a person

would carry out an attack like this.

Or know enough to copy it.

Right.

Well, I'm glad we're all united on this.

You know what you have to do.

Hi, Janice.

How's it going?

I think it's either the entry or the exit point.

There's a blood smear.

- Any fingerprints yet? - No.

By good luck or design, nobody's touched

any of the shiny surfaces.

What's that?

I think it could be from an ear.

Hey?

That crescent, that could be the antihelix.

And then that smudge below, probably the antitragus.

Oh, right.

But don't get your hopes up.

There's not enough here for a complete set of measurements.

I can't even tidy up her things, her clothes.

I'm sorry.

It won't be long.

Half of me wants to burn everything,

raze this place to the ground.

But then should I let one horrific memory

destroy all the happy ones?

Dawn and me, the kids grew up here too.

It's just-- it's just knowing how she died.

Yes.

Dr. Malvern, am I right in thinking your job falls

into two parts, the forensic side and your work at St.

Cuthbert's?

Yes.

But they sort of overlap.

It's quite likely that I end up treating someone

that I've had to assess.

And what made you want to become a psychiatrist?

You think it was one of my patients, don't you?

There could be another one here.

This looks better.

I think between them all, we should be able to get

a complete impression.

Ah, careful, careful.

Look down here.

It could be a deck shoe or a trainer.

JANICE: Not very big either.

Maniac.

You think?

FRANKS: Took my new osteopath, treating me

like a pommel horse, Charles.

Did the trick though.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Well, she was clean, fit, healthy,

sober, and stabbed 63 times.

She was not sexually assaulted.

And there are no injuries to her hands or arms

to suggest she fought off her attacker.

So someone she knew.

Well, I haven't been able to tell which was the first blow,

to the back or the front.

There are just so many.

What about a weapon, knife?

Yes, and that's about all I can tell you.

If there was something odd about the knife, maybe.

The elasticity of the skin makes the interpretation of a knife

wound very imprecise.

Chances are it was something ordinary like a kitchen knife.

Any pattern?

No.

I'd say it was done in a complete frenzy.

Not very powerful blows but deep.

LAWYER: I've been their family solicitor for certainly

the last 20 years.

I think that's when they moved into the area.

DOUG: They were very much a couple, were they?

Yes, since university.

All that time, eh?

Meaning?

There's a lot of pressure on marriages

these days, isn't there?

What a sad reflection on life that any couple who marry

young, have children, and are still together after 25 years

should be considered abnormal and, worse, suspicious.

Dr. and Mrs. Malvern were devoted to each other.

I know she's dead.

And I make no apology for asking questions

to find out who killed her.

So let's forget the small talk, shall we?

Have you been asked to do any work for the Malverns recently?

Yes.

Well?

They asked me to draw up a new will.

Dr. Malvern's more than willing to help.

But there's a problem.

Surprise me.

He agrees that it could be a patient

or a former patient of his.

But he doesn't have the monopoly on all the mentally ill

in the area.

And because of that, he doesn't want to allow

us access to any of his files.

What?

His wife's being hacked to bits?

There are very strong ethical and moral grounds too.

I'll tell you, if it had been me,

I wouldn't care if they got the files,

turned them into posters, and stuck

them up all over the country-- anything.

I can understand it.

So can I.

Well, I bloody well can't.

Just because someone is mentally

ill rather than physically doesn't

strip them of their rights.

So?

So how would you like me looking

through your medical file, Doug let

alone the rest of the world?

And as if things aren't bad enough for Malvern,

the press have picked up on the fact

that he may well have sanctioned the release of the very patient

who killed his wife.

A real shot in the arm for care in the community,

isn't it?

And you would know?

Just because he has to implement it

doesn't mean he agrees with it.

I mean, look what we have to do half the time.

WYCLIFFE: Now then, how are you getting on, Doug?

Uh, well, there's a bit of a coincidence, really.

The Malverns had just changed their wills.

Yeah?

Who benefits?

Well, up until about a week ago, he did.

LUCY: The doctor?

But, now, all to the kids.

WYCLIFFE: Much?

Mm.

LUCY: Come on.

How much?

Well, it was mostly stuff that she'd inherited--

about a quarter of a million each.

Where are the kids?

They're backpacking around Australia.

Doug, hasn't it occurred to you yet?

I've got more inquiries to follow up.

Sit down.

At least here I can keep busy.

Yes.

Glad to be busy.

What can I do?

Look, if this is intrusive--

No, no, no.

No.

Fire away.

All right.

We need to know more about the sort of person

we're looking for.

Yes, of course.

Well, he or she--

it's probably a he--

I think you'll find is suffering from a degree of schizophrenia.

Well, that's a very general term for someone with a number

of psychotic disorders with various cognitive, emotional,

and behavioral manifestations.

Such as?

Such as-- it's not always that easy to spot,

such as delusional jealousy.

Hence the attack on your wife's clothing.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I've got to confront it sooner or later.

How likely do you think it is they might strike again?

Well, I don't know.

I think if someone were to stand in their way--

you see, with schizophrenia, logical and rational

thought break down.

[suspenseful music playing]

Mental illness has few external signs.

Often, the sufferer doesn't recognize their illness,

likewise their family.

So someone could be harboring them without them knowing.

And even if they did suspect--

No parent wants to believe their child a murderer.

No.

Look, if it's any help, I could

do you some sort of profile.

It would only be very general, but--

Could you?

And it wouldn't be today.

No.

That's fine.

[smacks lips] All I can suggest to look

out for for now is, um--

well, with schizophrenia, it doesn't matter how

intelligent the sufferer is.

And they can be very, very bright.

But when it comes to simple logic, they will fail.

They can't see the rationale behind, say,

why people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

Yes, that's it.

Hm.

And if it is one of your patients

that we're looking for, do you think they

still might be out to harm you?

Not really.

Any particular reason?

How could he harm me anymore than kill my wife?

LUCY: Well, I think he is at risk.

And I think he's wrong about another thing.

I say we're looking for a woman.

Why?

Obsessional jealousy.

Suppose one of his patients was in love with him?

What did you find out about his wife?

Dawn was a qualified doctor as well, you know.

But she never practiced.

Same old story, put her career on hold to have kids.

Then just as she's about to come back with a vengeance--

Doing what?

LUCY: Writing.

Just about to be published.

Apparently, finishing off a superb

collection of essays on Adler, Jung, Freud, Rorschach.

Didn't Malvern mention this?

No.

What's your impression on him?

I like him, I think.

But you're not sure.

Just curious why he chose psychiatry.

When I studied psychology, well, I

used to pretend it was to understand the minds

and behaviors of various organisms,

from the most complex to the most primitive.

And the real reason.

It was my mind, my behavior I wanted to understand.

You learn much?

Not a thing.

You off already?

DOUG: Yep.

I've got some muffins.

Uh, no thanks.

Very busy man today.

Yeah, well, I've got better things

to do than sit and listen to a lot of converse.

Where's he going?

I thought Dr. Malvern was coming in.

He is.

So move that right out of sight, Potts.

Yeah.

Well, I've got some feedback from the SOCO.

Mm.

She's managed to make a composite of the ear print

from the outside windows.

Obviously, it's not on file anywhere.

But when we do get someone, it should link them to the scene.

Good.

And there was a shoe print, wasn't there?

Yeah, a trainer, a pretty common type, size 6.

A woman.

DOUG: Insurance policies?

Yes.

And assurance, but taken out years

ago that no longer reflected their lifestyle

or level of income.

So you drew up new ones, did you?

Yeah.

What a shame though.

Poor Dr. Malvern.

I mean, his wife, well, no amount of money

could compensate for the loss.

But at least some financial comfort

could have been drawn from it.

I thought you just said you brought everything up to date.

Yeah, we did.

But it adds to the tragedy that none of the papers

have been signed.

Well, I'm sorry if this has been a wasted journey.

Not at all.

Thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh--

DOUG: Yes?

Just one thing.

I don't know if this is of any use to you.

Go on.

If you're ever in need of any financial advice, my card.

Dick.

Shoe size 6?

You thought it was a woman right from the start, didn't you?

Well--

Whenever you're ready.

If you haven't been formally introduced,

this is Dr. Malvern.

Thank you.

Uh, right.

The person who killed my wife is not mad, or bad, or crazy,

but ill, mentally ill.

As a result, their immediate life will have changed.

They'll no longer keep in with old friends,

and new ones will be further down the social scale.

It's also unlikely they'll have a job of any standing

though they may have had one once.

They can be very sensitive to what people say about them

or what they imagine people might be saying about them.

And I'd expect them to have experienced

some form of hallucination, maybe hearing voices.

ANDY: Excuse me.

If they thought somebody was talking about them,

they'd be keen to know what, would they?

Well, possibly, yeah.

And try and listen in?

MALVERN: Yes.

The ear print, somebody has been around the house

pressing their ear against the windows.

Are you OK?

MALVERN: Yes.

Yes, I'm fine.

Thank you.

I'd also expect a history of mainly petty crime

like shoplifting, disturbing the peace, that sort of thing,

but always found carrying a knife.

Ian.

I'll get onto it.

How far back should I go?

[phone ringing]

MALVERN: Oh, well, uh, aligned to the fact that there--

CID. MALVERN: --might be just one--

OK.

MALVERN: --stabbing or attempted stabbing as well,

we might say five years--

Where?

MALVERN: --to cover hospital and term in prison.

And this happened when, do you think?

FARMER: Well, at first, I reckoned vandals.

But then with what's been in the papers

about you're looking for some maniac,

missus is scared to come out of the house.

Did you see anyone?

Other two haven't been touched.

When do you think this happened?

During the night.

Noticed it the first thing this morning.

Take it you ain't caught nobody then.

Over here, trainer prints again.

Where do these lead to?

Well, there's the footpath, the old slate mine.

Where's the nearest house?

The Naylors, Pat and Bella.

Know them well, do you?

You don't seriously think they had any--

They might have seen something.

Right.

Get the SOCO to take some measurements.

It might just be possible to work out roughly

how much his person weighed.

And judging by that, I'd say they probably weigh

just a little bit less than me.

Which is?

Uh, the way to Naylor's house again?

Your wife would be writing a book?

Yes, essays.

I hear they're very good.

Yes.

Do you fish?

No.

My son's been teaching me.

Oh.

Alice and Tim.

I think when they get back, that's

when it will really hit home.

So they know.

Flying back tomorrow.

I'm going to find it hard if it is one of my patients.

I never really liked what I do, the study of human motives.

I think they think my work included them.

Did it?

No.

Far too busy.

But you know how it is, work and families, one of them

invariably suffers.

I haven't seen anything.

I'll just get Mum.

Wellington boots. BELLA: Mum.

Hm. I know.

PAT: Yes?

It's the police.

What's happened?

They just want to know if you've seen anyone

strange around here lately.

Well, come in.

I've just put the kettle on. - Oh, why, thanks very much.

I'm sorry. We haven't got time.

Thank you.

So what's this about?

One of the scarecrows up on the hill over there, someone's

deliberately broken it.

Probably just some kids having a laugh.

How annoying for Ted.

LUCY: You haven't seen anyone?

No.

Bella?

Sorry.

OK.

Here's my number just in case you notice

anyone acting suspiciously.

Is it that serious?

LUCY: Probably not. Thank you.

ANDY: Goodbye.

Bye.

She's wearing trainers.

Do you think she weighs less than me?

MALVERN: I'd rule those out and anyone over 50.

The risk of schizophrenia is reduced by then.

OK.

Lucy.

She committed suicide.

And that one is in a secure unit.

IAN: Three left.

Are any of these heavier than me?

Um, do they weigh more?

IAN: What?

It's a long story.

Well, come to think of it, those two

are a bit on the large side.

Which leaves?

IAN: Annabel Naylor.

ANDY: Bella?

But she looked perfectly normal.

We've just spoken to her.

She lives at--

I'm sorry.

All right, let's go and pick her up.

Hello, Annabel.

What are you doing here?

I want to see Dr. Malvern.

He's not here, I'm afraid.

I want to see Dr. Malvern.

[ominous music playing]

DOUG: Sir!

Sir, she's at St. Cuthbert's.

She's taken a hostage.

WYCLIFFE: OK.

Get in.

Come on.

[sirens wailing]

They've disappeared.

We had to back off.

And then I don't know where they went.

They could still be on the second floor.

Let's go see, shall we?

This is a Polaroid taken of Annabel at the Christmas party.

And the nurse with her?

Clare, the one she's taken hostage.

All right.

Most of the staff are with the patients.

They're keeping them on the wards.

When you're ready.

[radio static]

Hit it.

Testing, 1, 2, 3, 4.

Yep.

Annabel?

Clare?

Hi.

Have you heard anything?

OK, just stay here.

Anything upstairs?

OK, check this corridor.

[dramatic music playing]

Who's that? NURSE: That's her.

Which floor, sir?

Excuse me.

Ian.

Ian!

Doug? Lucy?

DOUG: Ian!

That's her!

Ah!

Ian!

Are you OK?

- Yeah. - Hey?

Yeah.

PAT: What's happening? What's going on?

It's very important that we find her.

Have you any idea where she might be?

No.

I'm afraid we need to search the house.

Not until you tell me what's going on.

All in good time. In you go.

PAT: Hey, wait.

You can't do that.

A woman is dead, and one of my men's just been stabbed.

Which way you going, Lucy?

LUCY: Go left at the top of the stairs.

OK.

LUCY: Doug.

Yeah?

LUCY: In here.

What on earth, tin foil?

And slate.

WYCLIFFE: Lucy?

In here, sir.

Is it covering anything, do you think?

I don't know.

Oh, this one's loose.

It's a little bit strange, sir, slate and tin foil.

There's nothing behind here.

Not even a mark?

Well, right here it looks like maybe

there's been a picture hook.

That's enough.

If you think as she does that someone is watching

or listening in, then any hole, any crack in the plaster

is going to be threatening.

Well, the tin foil I think I can understand--

but all this slate?

A mine, there's an old slate mine.

Sir, I found some tracks over there.

Someone's been in and out, but how recent they have no idea.

I still can't find anyone who knows the layout of the mine.

It's been derelict for so long.

[police radio chatter]

It's very good of you to come.

It can't be easy.

Waiting is worse.

Megaphone, sir.

I doubt she'll listen.

It doesn't matter what you say.

She only listens to the voices in her head.

We'll go in.

Come along, lads.

Hurry up.

He's good, isn't he?

He knows his stuff.

OK, Doug.

Your voice is getting very faint,

and you may be getting out of range.

Can you call me back?

We're near to come full circle.

Mhm.

Hold on.

[banging]

Annabel!

Annabel?

Oh, it's no use.

Could go round and round forever.

Should we split up?

Yeah.

I'll go this way.

OK.

Annabel.

[metal clanging]

[scuffling]

Annabel.

Hello.

Remember me?

I came to your house.

What are you doing?

LUCY: I came to find you.

Why?

Dr. Malvern's outside.

He wants to see you.

No, he doesn't.

Yes, he does.

He's waiting for you.

[giggles]

He's waiting for me?

Yeah.

[chuckles] Yeah, he's right outside.

But he doesn't want to see me.

Yes, he does.

He does.

He really does.

No.

Listen, Annabel. ANNABEL: No.

Listen.

Listen to me.

If you don't believe me, why don't you go and ask him?

He's outside? LUCY: Right outside.

He's waiting for you.

[sobbing]

LUCY: Go on.

Go on.

[knife clattering]

Good girl.

[crying]

How are you feeling now?

Fine.

Annabel, do you know where you are now?

Yes.

WYCLIFFE: Where?

[scoffs] The police station.

- Do you know why you're here? - I can guess.

WYCLIFFE: Can you tell us then?

LUCY: Ms. Naylor makes no reply.

Do you remember being at St. Cuthbert's today?

Yes.

WYCLIFFE: Do you remember what happened?

I went to see Dr. Malvern.

And was he there?

No.

WYCLIFFE: And then what happened?

I left.

Have you met Dawn Malvern, Dr. Malvern's wife?

No.

Have you seen her?

Yes.

She picks him up sometimes.

WYCLIFFE: And takes him home.

Yes.

Have you been to their house?

Yes.

Were you ever invited there?

No.

Why not?

She--

LUCY: Yes?

Who's she?

Dawn?

ANNABEL: Yes.

She shouldn't have--

WYCLIFFE: Shouldn't have what?

--talked.

Now she's dead.

How do you know she's dead?

LUCY: Ms. Naylor makes no reply.

Did she say things to upset you?

Ms. Naylor makes no reply.

Do you know what it means when I say "it takes two to tango?"

Um, because--

WYCLIFFE: What's a tango?

A dance.

And then, why does it take two to dance?

[laughs]

It doesn't.

It takes lots to have a dance.

You need more than two.

What sort of things did Dawn say to upset you?

Anything to stop us.

- Who's us? - Me and Sam.

- You and Dr. Malvern. - Yes.

You're his patient.

Hardly.

You're saying you had some other sort of relationship.

Would have done but for her.

Did Dr. Malvern ever try and explain his feelings to you?

I had to stop it, the pressure on me, the things she said.

Go on.

She was the devil, saying things, causing the pressure,

the pressure in my head.

I couldn't stand it--

crushing me on my brain, making it smaller and smaller.

I had to stop it.

So, did you get a knife?

It was her scarecrow watching me.

It had her inside.

Is that why you attacked her clothes as well?

It was her dress.

Her dress?

Annabel, did you stab Dawn Malvern?

They made me.

WYCLIFFE: Who did?

You know.

Do I?

The voices.

In your head?

They're not in my head.

WYCLIFFE: No?

They were. But they've gone.

I'm better now.

He cured me.

Dr. Malvern?

ANNABEL: Yes.

But they're in his head now--

and yours.

Mine?

Yes.

Can't you hear them?

No.

ANNABEL: Liar.

They're controlling you.

They're telling you what to do.

That's why I'm here.

They made you bring me here.

DOUG: Off her trolley?

Yep.

Doesn't make her confession worth much, does it, eh?

Or is she faking it?

I don't think so.

Sir, what do you think?

Do you think she's faking it? - No.

Just go over that again, Andy.

Yeah.

They found Dawn's blood on one of the knives.

It looks like that we can get Annabel on the ear

print and the footprint.

But mum's still giving her an alibi.

So far.

Doug and Lucy, have a go at the mother.

Ah, the wounded warrior.

It's just a scratch.

Good.

Go on then.

Heads for nice.

Tails for nasty.

Heads.

- Tails. - Let me see that.

No.

And that just goes to prove my point.

What?

Having a nasty, suspicious little mind

comes more naturally to you.

Oh, thank you.

It's impossible.

Annabel was with me all evening.

DOUG: That's rubbish.

It's true.

Well, we have overwhelming evidence to suggest otherwise.

I know my daughter.

Yes, I think you do.

And I saw her stab one of my colleagues this afternoon.

She make a habit of carrying knives, does she?

Her footprints and her ear prints

were found at the house were Dawn Malvern was killed.

How can you explain that?

I don't know.

But I swear, she was with me that evening, all evening.

I'd offer alcohol if I had it.

Oh, no.

Coffee's fine.

Well, without your help, we'd still be scouring the country.

Huh, I doubt it.

No, it's-- it's extraordinary how accurate you were.

Oh, I don't know--

lucky.

I don't think so considering you knew who it was all along.

I beg your pardon?

WYCLIFFE: Oh, you put in a couple of mistakes

to avoid suspicion.

Are you saying--

But you are now on hand to make damn sure we

found out it was Annabel.

I'm sorry.

You've got your wires badly crossed here.

WYCLIFFE: And you cut up your wife's clothes--

How dare you?

--just in case we hadn't got the message

that we were dealing with someone highly disturbed.

I had absolutely nothing to do with my wife's death.

I don't know how you can even suggest that.

Patricia, I don't know your daughter.

I met her for the first time today.

She hasn't always lived at home, has she?

No.

She came back.

LUCY: Recently?

Yes.

LUCY: Why?

Because, well, she just did.

Annabel's smart, bright, went to university.

Yes.

Had a good time, made lots of friends.

PAT: Yes.

She did, actually.

Then got a good job.

PAT: How do you know this?

But it didn't work out, did it?

She gave it up, started something else,

some menial work maybe.

Did she tell you this?

No.

And she stopped seeing all her old friends,

even her childhood friends.

She must have told you.

I know this because your daughter is ill.

No.

LUCY: Dr. Malvern is treating her.

She's been a bit depressed, that's all.

She attacked his wife.

Bella was with me.

LUCY: Patricia, you can't keep on telling yourself that.

You can go on saying it and saying it,

but it doesn't make it true, does it?

I can't begin to understand the anguish

you must be going through.

But your daughter isn't bad. She's ill.

And that's very different.

Please.

You must help her.

Annabel killed your wife.

We both know that.

She's disturbed and highly dangerous.

But you set her up.

I did no such thing.

As a psychiatrist, before you can deal with someone who's

disturbed, you must first of all know what sort of things

are likely to enrage, to incite them.

Oh, really?

Annabel, it was her voices, wasn't it?

Annabel doesn't hear voices anymore, does she?

But they haven't gone, not as far as she's concerned.

Well, I'm sure that Annabel's imaginings are just

as real for her as yours are for you.

She thinks the voices are now inside our heads

controlling us to control her.

How easy for you then just to nudge her over the edge.

And why would I do a thing like that?

Marriage is a mystery.

No one knows what really goes on between two people.

Maybe you were jealous.

After all, your wife was about to be credited

for her knowledge in a subject dangerously familiar

to your own.

Maybe you were just bored, or you didn't

like the way she ate her food.

I don't know.

But once you thought of killing her,

I think the idea became irresistible.

How could it be done?

That's what you think, is it?

Her death, of course, was a great material loss.

At first, I couldn't understand why

you bothered to go on with it.

But then I realized it was also a great intellectual gain,

the ultimate test of your knowledge and your nerve.

You recording this?

No.

It wouldn't be any use anyway.

You haven't even cautioned me.

I know.

I can't prove it.

Go on.

You've created a tragedy.

And the greater the tragedy, the greater your triumph over it.

I've watched you revel in your role

as a poor man called in to solve his own wife's

murder with the added thrill that you've actually

stage-managed the whole thing.

Why did you want her killed?

Well, she didn't exactly make a noise when she was eating.

But, otherwise, you were pretty close.

[clicks tongue]

[smacks lips]

There we are.

And you're prepared to live with that.

Oh, yeah.

In fact, I'm prepared to bet it'll prey on your mind

a whole lot more than it'll prey on mine.

[knocking at door]

Sir, she's cracked.

Oh, uh, sorry.

I think you ought to know that Mrs. Naylor

has withdrawn her alibi, sir.

[scoffs]

Right.

Well, Dr. Malvern is just going.

Yes, I am.

LUCY: I'll show you out. - No.

Don't bother.

Well, thank you for all your help.

Is he OK?

A bit shaken.

Well, that's hardly surprising.

But still, good result.

Yep.

Anything to say, Doug?

OK, I was wrong about Malvern.

It was a gut feeling.

Indigestion.

OK, I admit I was wrong.

I still don't like the guy though.

WYCLIFFE: Don't worry about it, Doug.

I think your instinct is alive and well,

and don't ever lose it.

Sir?

Well, go on.

That [inaudible] was your best chance.

OK.

But somehow, I think I'm going to go with a lugworm.

Ooh, there.

I told you.

[laughs]

It looks like you've hooked a submarine.

Oh, what?

It's gone.

Yeah.

And it was a monster.

Oh, well.

Hm.

Yeah.

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